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thecapitol2013-10-14 09:18 pm
akingalways) wrote in thecapitol2013-10-14 09:18 pm
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You cannot run [CLOSED]
Who| Jack and Penny; CLOSED
What| Jack has been arrested. He doesn't know why. But have no fear; Penny will...enlighten him.
When| Just after the aliens' plot, and the week after.
Where| Unknown.
Warnings/Notes| Cold-blooded torture. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Once their man was in custody, the Peacekeepers wasted no time. They drove, using their usual tactics of going in circles, making u-turns, going down different streets here and there. It always ensured that whoever was in their custody, whoever was bring brought to their ultimate fate, would be unable to figure out where they were.
It added to the fear and uncertainty, which made everything that would follow that much more heightened.
After some time, the van stopped in front of that nondescript building, and the prisoner was escorted inside, hood still on. Still clothed in what the Capitol had given him when he'd been hunting for monsters mere hours ago, though unarmed now. Without a word he was strapped to a gurney and rolled through the building, hood still on him, even as he struggled initially. As he was rather tall, the gurney was an extra-large one, just for him.
Naturally, the office workers in the building didn't look up. They knew better than to be curious, especially when they one in charge could come in at any time.
For his part, Jack couldn't understand. He stopped struggling against the restraints, but it didn't stop his mind from racing. What was happening? Where was he? What were they going to do to him?...
His heart was pounding fast as the questions kept repeating and echoing in his mind. This was impossible. He'd been a good citizen, had obeyed, been loyal and unquestioning. He wasn't rebellious, had no reason to be. He'd even allowed his body to be given to the cause of the Capitol, good and bad. Numbed himself to it, so he could be what they wanted of him.
It was all he had. And because of that...he hadn't done anything wrong.
He hadn't.
What| Jack has been arrested. He doesn't know why. But have no fear; Penny will...enlighten him.
When| Just after the aliens' plot, and the week after.
Where| Unknown.
Warnings/Notes| Cold-blooded torture. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Once their man was in custody, the Peacekeepers wasted no time. They drove, using their usual tactics of going in circles, making u-turns, going down different streets here and there. It always ensured that whoever was in their custody, whoever was bring brought to their ultimate fate, would be unable to figure out where they were.
It added to the fear and uncertainty, which made everything that would follow that much more heightened.
After some time, the van stopped in front of that nondescript building, and the prisoner was escorted inside, hood still on. Still clothed in what the Capitol had given him when he'd been hunting for monsters mere hours ago, though unarmed now. Without a word he was strapped to a gurney and rolled through the building, hood still on him, even as he struggled initially. As he was rather tall, the gurney was an extra-large one, just for him.
Naturally, the office workers in the building didn't look up. They knew better than to be curious, especially when they one in charge could come in at any time.
For his part, Jack couldn't understand. He stopped struggling against the restraints, but it didn't stop his mind from racing. What was happening? Where was he? What were they going to do to him?...
His heart was pounding fast as the questions kept repeating and echoing in his mind. This was impossible. He'd been a good citizen, had obeyed, been loyal and unquestioning. He wasn't rebellious, had no reason to be. He'd even allowed his body to be given to the cause of the Capitol, good and bad. Numbed himself to it, so he could be what they wanted of him.
It was all he had. And because of that...he hadn't done anything wrong.
He hadn't.
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So when she received a call from the Peacekeepers to come in on her day off, her mood went from sour to outright toxic. There's a slight buildup of oil in her hair. One cheek is slightly swollen from where she fell asleep on the couch. She takes a file from the intern next to her and looks it over.
"Ohhhhh." Her voice is a creaking cheer, birdlike and harsh as a crow's. She claps her hands together. "A Mentor. Alright, this was worth getting me over here for."
When the elevator door opens, she prances over to her cabinet in the room, the innocuous-looking high office chamber gazing over the skyline, and opens a drawer. Not her syringes, not her medicines, not the cooled boxes to keep delicate poisons in - just a spare makeup drawer with lipstick the color of day-old scabs. She pulls out a comb and sits at the big desk and runs it through her hair, then repins it. And she doesn't look at Jack at all while she goes about putting her face on. She lets him wait.
"Go," she says to the intern. "This isn't a day where you get to learn anything useful."
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He felt his blood freeze at that tone. It was threatening, even with the chirping. He could almost feel the terror in the room when this woman came in. The aura she brought in was nothing less than dangerous. Deadly.
His breath quickened slightly as she pulled a drawer out...and casually started putting on her makeup. What was she doing? It led to the next question. What was she going to do? And there was still the question of why. He didn't even know what he was doing here, why he would even be suspected of anything. He was confused, and scared.
And what was worse - she could probably feel this. Whoever this woman was. Whatever....whatever she was planning to do.
This was all a mistake. It had to be.
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"I don't watch the Games as much as the other people in this city," she says casually, walking around the wide window of the office, looking out at the cityscape. "It's kind of boring to me. You're John or Jack or something, right?"
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"Jack. Jack Atlas."
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It was the truth. He didn't know her name. But now that she was circling him, she did look familiar. She looked like someone he'd seen from the television. In fact, wasn't she that woman from--
Oh. Oh, oh no.
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She sounds upset. She is upset. After that show of an execution, did they not even bother to report her name?
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It was the truth. But this woman looked more and more enraged with each minute. What the hell was he supposed to say!? 'Yes'? What if she asked him and he didn't know? What would he do then!?
He began to struggle slightly.
What the hell was going on!? Why was he here!?
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"That's a shame. And I bet, less importantly, that you don't even know why you're here."
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Jack could feel the wind gut punched out of him at those words. She couldn't be serious. Him--him? They were accusing him of...of that.
He didn't. Wouldn't. He knew what penalty that would incur. He wasn't so stupid. He wasn't like the arrogant Tributes who thought they knew better than the Capitol. He wasn't.
"HOW DARE YOU!" He thrashed angrily in an attempt to turn towards her, his own anger and, in a sense, arrogance getting the better of his fear. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, CLAIMING I'D DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!? WHO WOULD EVEN THINK OF ACCUSING ME OF DOING SOMETHING SO HEINOUS!?"
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"You do not yell at me!" she shrieks, then grabs the inside of Jack's upper arm and pinches. Excruciatingly painful, but not about to leave any marks. Penny's specialty.
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The slap didn't feel like it hurt - at least, not at first - but his body certainly seized up at the hard pinching. God damn, it was like being stabbed in his armpits. He thrashed to try and force her to let go, to very little avail indeed.
Not yell at her!? He had every right! So he thought. This was an utter mistake, and she was making it, and he didn't know why. Ddi she have something against him? But why?
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"Would you like some water?"
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"...What?"
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Her eyes are cold and dark, simultaneously alive and completely without warmth.
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"No."
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Penny returns to her cabinet. There's clinking and the sound of papers being shuffled. A Rolodex being flipped.
She returns with a syringe.
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"What the--why!?"
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She hasn't. She's put a hallucinogen in. "Tell me, Jack, is there anyone you care for here?"
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That next question.
"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ME!?"
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The hallucinogen she's put in him is a mild one, one meant to cause aural disturbances and issues with balance and perspective. It's how she tends to start these things off, subtle and slow, enough to make people doubt the reality of the situation before she nails it home.
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Ah, the lights. Suddenly so bright. He shut his eyes, trying to get the brightness out of his eyes, to no avail. What did she inject in him...
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She pulls at the effects of the hallucinogen like a puppeteer with strings.
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But everything was so confusing. Suddenly, so bright and harsh and even Penny's voice seemed to boom in his ears, making them ring.
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